Oil of turtle glides like warm silk
glistens on my skin
urges inland sunlight
to bring a bronzelike tint.
A nearby seashell fountain plays,
sets the scent of ocean free,
creates a sudden hunger
to place a footprint in the sand.
Decision made, keys in hand
I shut the door behind me
drive toward the closest shore,
realize I'm stirred by turtle envy.
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I am taken to the seaside in my mind as I read this poem! Great drawing!
Sue thank you for your generous comments at nature-trail.
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